Altheria's POV
The shadow bowed low, its crimson edges shimmering faintly before it vanished in a streak of light. Within a heartbeat, it was gone, leaving behind only the heavy tension that hung in the room.
The air felt charged and oppressive mirroring the storm brewing within Nyx.
She sat motionless, her head bowed with her long inky hair obscuring her face like a dark veil. But even without seeing her eyes, I could feel the turmoil radiating from her.
"Nyx… Nyx," I called softly and gently which broke the oppressive silence. She didn't respond. If anything, her stillness deepened as though she had retreated even further into herself.
My patience snapped. "Nyx!" The command in my voice broke through her haze, and she finally raised her head.
